Sunday, April 12, 2009

Don't Wake Me

Don’t Wake Me

Caught between pinch me and no, don’t! Because if this is a dream, you know the next line, right? I came to the conclusion that I prefer this state, crazy as it is, last night at the tree lot. Because I knew it. There I was, admiring symmetry. Full green triangles. You drifting like a snowbank toward the orphan section of things. And I saw you ask the guy with the sock on his head, how much? No mystery that one’s on sale. It’s worse than Charlie Brown’s. I knew then, among other things, that very night I’d set a star on the highest twig, you holding the ladder.